In 2015, I wrote a poem. A forgotten yet impassioned moment on May 29 @ 10:35 AM. Found
in the notes app on my phone, just yesterday. I don't remember writing it. It could have been a dedication to my grandmother, or a friend, but most likely my child. Obviously an expression of Spirit and an unapologetic glimpse at my soul as a Black woman. A stroke of good fortune to be found just in time for a public debut before Black History Month 2018 ends. But it needed a frame; a head shot; a magnification. And I found the perfect one. Happy last day of the month for all things historical on being red
blooded American & Black.